And it’s coughing
And it’s aching
And it’s breathing
And it’s taking
Everything from me
And theres nothing I can do
And I’m bound to do anything
And everything I can
To help you
But I cant.
All I….we can do
Is love you
And get you the things you need
while you struggle
Wanting only trampolines and animals
Oh my dearies,
Oh my little ones,
How cruel, this world it is
And how steep the mountain I’ve left for you
Im so sorry, so sorry.
And as you wheeze your way through the night
know it my dears, my heart rips with every breath.
the virus has struck my house and as…reclusive as I am I feel the need to just type some words out
about my 3 little ones, who are so wonderful and loving, and who are, among with their entire generation
feeling the real brunt of this force.
the eldest, 5, wrote me a letter today:
“daddy, why are we so separate,
day by day
night by night”
I asked her what it meant, maybe she was feeling left out.
And like a hammer she answered.
“why cant play close to my friends?”
If you know any child, you know that their language
is hugs, and highfives, and tickles, and embrace
and there’s nothing else
and while she coughing and shivering and gagging
when she asks if she can play her friends tomorrow
what the fuck am i supposed to say?